Thoughts from a Coffee Shop

by Richard M. Ankers & Gina Maria Manchego Authors’ Notes: Two poems written whilst sharing a nice, warm drink in a rural coffee shop. Two aspects of…

Thoughts from a Coffee Shop

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Solitary

by Richard M. Ankers The bird sleeps alone with good reason;nests are only so large, after all.Feathers ruffle andscrape against twigs.Beaks protrude…

Solitary

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Wasted Time

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The Darkling Door

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Whispers of Failure

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Thank you as always to the fantastic, Manuela Timofte, editor at Gobblers by Masticadores for publishing my latest poem, Whispers of Failure.

Manuela allows a freedom of expression, whether it positive or negative, that enables such wonderful variation in the magazine’s themes. I hope you get the chance to read many more of the pieces than just mine.

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The Girl

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A massive thank you to editor, Manuela Timofte, for publishing my latest poem, The Girl. As always, I hope you enjoy it, and please do take a little time to look around the site. There are some wonderful pieces to read.

THE GIRL


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Separated at Birth

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Separated at Birth

Twins set apart by time and tide, yet close enough to touch. This is our meeting as if from thin air. This is the face on a screen. Here, we linger, the two of us, interacting with a world that neither understands us nor wishes to. We say the right things, act as others, but remain remote. As hermits in a world made social, where everyone and everything is a supposed friend, we become just this. 

We feel each other. Our words mean more when felt, not just spoken to appease. Those with poor memories see through such things, for lies are abhorrent to the cerebrally challenged, whereas truths are undoubtedly solid. Even when the pain strikes us both, we remain true to this. When it grows worse, we never falter. When one hurts, so does the other. If one resists weeping, the other blinks back the tears. As if affixed by a very long string, one tug is felt no matter the distance. Two tugs makes the other one topple; I don’t like to see her fall. 

This is us, just eyes in a glass face, and voices powered by electronics. It ought not to work, but it does. It ought not to mean so much, but it couldn’t mean more. Twins, some might call us, separated at birth. She touches the screen and I touch it back. I know the pain in her head is as bad as mine, but a pain shared is a pain halved, mother says. Apparently, hers says the same.


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Been and Gone

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A big thank you to editor, Manuela Timofte, for publishing my latest poetry piece, Been and Gone. This one’s a little different in that it’s a collaboration with my co-author and the girl who is my universe, Gina Maria Manchego. I hope you enjoy.

BEEN AND GONE

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The Hush

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Enemy – Inner Me

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Steel ribs cage the beast.
Burst free, my enemy!
Reveal yourself to the world!
A ridiculous proclamation
born of a ridiculous man.
I splutter out like a wetted candle.
Exertion meets exhaustion, as
steam rises like ghosting breaths.
Only the melancholy escapes,
grey plumes of inner me.
The shell remains untouched,
unlike the damaged mind
which reaches tendrils of self
deep under a paper epidermis
to ink out everything they touch.
Dark, they are, seeking crimson
warmth and love, an
extension to this endless pain.
A revelation. A blunt gift.
The inner me is my enemy.
I repeat this patient mantra.
But the cage is unbending
and the will behind it raw.
After all, is passing not for
blurring speedsters, or
those avoiding the view?
I have neither a view nor
the time in which to travel.
This heart thuds an agreement
when I would wish It
a stone-cold death.


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